Messages between him and Kyra

Eric and Kyra continued to hook up behind their partners backs, meeting up after work and late at night for all kinds of sexual hijinks. From missionary to pronebone, doggystyle to cowgirl, the two of them were burning through the 'Kama Sutra' at a record clip.

How do I know all this? Kyra had been confiding in my brother's girlfriend, and he had secretly sent me these private messages between the two girls. The crazy blonde couldn't help but overshare when it came to sex, often divulging into intimate detail, also sending along a picture of the cumshot.

While collecting evidence and building my **** case against Eric, I was also using the opportunity to masturbate to the photos of Kyra with cum in various places on her body.

Maybe in another universe I would be the one fucking Kyra instead of that idiot Eric. But this real life, not some choose your own adventure game, so I had to settle for the photos and descriptive texts to get off.

The day had come. For the past week, I had been stockpiling a never-ending collection of texts and photos, carefully plotting out what Kyra and Eric had done together. When I knew he was on his lunch break, I put my plan into motion. I thought I would start slow, the first picture I sent Eric was a cropped text exchange with someone who had the contact name of 'Kyra Jones':

"I met up with Eric again last night"

"This time I only sucked his dick, no penetration!"

"...well, he did eat my ass if that counts" said messages from 'Kyra Jones' in quick succession.

Eric opened my message right away, starting to respond a few different times before stopping and leaving it on read.

I gave him five minutes before I sent a follow-up.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"

"It would be a shame if Simon found out about this."

Eric again waited and thought for a moment before finally replying.

"Nah man. That's not me."

"Go ahead and show Victoria for all I care, that doesn't prove anything."

The dumbass had fallen right into my trap, believing that all I had was the one cropped photo. I took a few minutes to sift through my camera roll, choosing the best cumshot pictures I could find. One by one, I bombarded Eric with pictures of his cum painted all over Kyra's face, chest, stomach and ass, his less than impressive cock visible in each one I sent.

"So you wouldn't mind if I sent her these too right?" I said, knowing I had Eric backed into a corner.

In an instant, my phone was ringing, who else but Eric on the line. "What do you want?" he asked me in a flat tone, doing his best to hide his frustration and fear. "You know what I want. Let me take Victoria out and I'll delete the photos in front of you."

He fell silent for a moment, weighing his options. "One date, no sex." Eric said in a firm voice. I pretended to sit with his offer for a minute, sending him photos of the creampies he had given Kyra. "As many dates as I want, and I get to use her freely, starting tonight. Tell her the three of us are going to the movies and cancel at the last minute. Unless you want those pictures getting out too..." I said with all the leverage on my side.

"Okay, you win. But don't even think about stealing her from me, I swear I will-" I hung up on Eric getting the message. I didn't much care what he had to say either, I had a date to get ready for.